Supreme Power

"Hyperion: Why not?"

"General Casey: You're not human. You know that now. You look like us. But you're not one of us. So what difference does it make? You don't have any rights, we don't have any obligation to treat you one way or another. You're a weapon. My job was to make sure that weapon was pointed the right direction."

"Hyperion: A weapon"

"General Casey: Yes. Nothing more."

"Hyperion: You know what I could do to you right now, right ?"

"General Casey: I know. I know what you could do to all of us."

"General Casey [last words before detonating twenty Daisy Cutters]: ...never, ever let your weapon fall into enemy hands."

"Dr. Bill Steadman: Did it work? General? Did it work? General...?"

"Princess Zarda [kills an old woman and then looks at her own hairs, a few of which had been grey]: Gone now."

"Princess Zarda: I'm here for you...I've come for you. I've come...to help you."

"Hyperion: Who... who are you ?"

"Princess Zarda: I am the woman you love."

"Hyperion: How can.. I don't even know you..."

"Princess Zarda: That will change. You will change. I'm here now. Here for you. Hold on."

"Princess Zarda: Better now. Better. Yes."

"Zarda: I had a name. Zarda. But I have not used it in a very long time. I have been waiting, all that time. Waiting for you."

"Zarda: Most of it was in the dark, you see. But, I'm in the light now. It's beautiful. I'm beautiful."

"Zarda: We're here to pave the way. For the others. We're here to rule. To conquer. To kill."

"The Blur: Mr. Richmond? They said you wanted to see me."

"Nighthawk: I did. I have a question for you, Stanley. A very important one."

"The Blur: Yeah? What's that?"

"Nighthawk: Were you planning to actually do anything with your life, or are you content to be a walking, talking ad campaign for every racing, jogging and sporting-equipment sponsor on the planet?"

"Nighthawk: Wait. Take a good look, Stanley. What do you see?"

"The Blur: He cut their arms off he-"

"Nighthawk: No. Look closer. At the flesh, the finger-point bruises, the cartilage. Those arms weren't cut off. They were torn off. Whoever the killer is, he didn't just murder them... he tore them, limb from limb. Something like that takes a lot of strength... more than any normal person could possibly possess. There's someone else out there, Stanley. Someone like you, and Hyperion, with one difference. This one to likes to kill."

"Nighthawk: So even though I don't like it, I took steps to bring in some help. If this guy really is one of you, we're going to need all the help we can get."

"The Blur: Why the reluctance?"

"Nighthawk: I don't trust him."

"The Blur: Because he's white?"

"Nighthawk: Because I don't trust him."

"The Blur: Uh-huh."

"The Blur: See, I lived all my life in the South, in Atlanta, and in all that time nobody--nobody--has ever described me or anybody I knew as "you people." Until you, just now. You got some serious issues, Mr. Richmond. Deal with them."

"Hyperion: All right... we know that someone out there is killing prostitutes, mainly black, and tearing them limb from limb. Question is, what do we do about it? You invited me in on this, you must have had something in mind."

"Nighthawk: Yeah, I did."

"Hyperion: I'm not exactly on the best terms with the government right now."

"Nighthawk: What, you guys have a falling-out or something?"

"Hyperion: Yeah, you could say that."

"Nighthawk [to Hyperion]: You are the system."

"Man [talking about Hyperion]: Old joke. Where does a six-hundred-pound gorilla sit? Answer: Anywhere he wants to."

"Hooker: Mmmm...I like the way this feels, what is it, baby? Spandex? Lycra?"

"The Blur: It's...they say it's a special material, heat resistant..."

"Hooker [talking about The Blur]: Mmm, mmm... you ask me, that boy's been raised a little too close to his momma."

"Redstone: Who sent you? What else came with you? I just broke two of your ribs. Three. Four. Answer my question. Or I take eyes next."

"Nighthawk: ...go fuck yourself...hear that...? ...that's a sonic boom...company's coming..."

"General Richard Alexander [grilling the handlers of Project Hyperion]: You had access to an artifact from a non-human civilization! Do you realize what you had, and what you let get away from you? Do You? Then let me explain it to you! Imagine handing an F-16 to the Aztecs in 1521, when Cortez was at war with them, and instead of learning to fly so they could slice Cortez and his army to shreds, they cut off the wings to use as shields, the guns as clubs, and they take off the wheels because they figured they would look really cool hanging from the temple ceiling! This is exactly what you people and your agencies have been doing since day one, and worse still, you've been doing it in secret, not just from the public, which we expect, but from each other! As a result, the right hand doesn't know what the left hand is doing! And what has the left hand been doing all this time? Jerking off, that's what! And what've you got to show for it? One guy [Doctor Spectrum]! And a bunch of melted metal where the ship used to be!"

"Redstone [killing people]: Heads up..."

"Hyperion: No...No! You bastard...You bastard... You sonofabitch!"

"The Blur:...ohmygod..."

"Nighthawk: Stay focused. We're only going to have one shot at this. You're sure you can do this?"

"Jimmy Carter [on what to do with baby Hyperion]: He's a child of the United States. See to it he's raised like one."